Our weekend....

We had a rare weekend without any soccer obligations....

a really nice treat.  After a bustling

Friday afternoon/evening that involved entertaining and

hosting a gathering for {SEVEN!} 13 year old girls getting

ready for the middle school dance, the weekend was relaxing.

My biggest accomplishment on Sunday was getting our garden planted.

Our home came with two raised-bed planting boxes on the sunny side yard.

When we moved in last year, we quickly threw in some seeds and called

it good - we had oodles of zucchini and a couple of really good pumpkins,

but that was it.  This year I am determined to make better 

use of our planting boxes.

Because it was Mother's Day, I had lots of help......

which can be good or bad.  Mostly it was good.......

My little one enjoys the process and has the patience for planting.....

her sister does not.  After all the planting was complete and the newly

planted 'starts' needed a good soak, you can see who was still

around to help!  

Speaking of my little one......she is my super sensitive, thoughtful girl

with a big heart.  As a Mother's Day assignment in school they

were asked to write a poem about their mother with two line stanzas.  

And because I struggle with sharing personal information about

myself on this blog, I thought I would share what my 

10 year old wrote about me.  All I can say is this pretty much

sums up my life.  It's precious!

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Mom

From driving us to school

To driving Emma to soccer practice

From Diet Coke in the morning

To red wine at night

From taking pictures with your Nikon

To putting them into a blog post

From listening to Michael Berry in the day

To listening to my violin Suzuki CD on Tuesdays

From doing the laundry while me and Emma are at school

To helping me with math homework

From singing and dancing at night

To sleeping in on the weekends

From making Ego Waffles in the morning

To making homemade meatloaf at night

From cleaning up the garden

To cleaning up the house

From me and Emma going to school

To coming home to a newly decorated house

Love, Abby

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